Bury Heart and Bones

The flowers of Huangquan are burning all over the field again, and the souls of the dead are still eager to live towards death. When she comes, she will wait for him under the fiery red silk satin. The leaves of Huangquan swayed lonely and coldly in the residual wind. He listened to the lamentations, long-cherished wishes and longing for life of the wandering souls. He is still waiting for that touch of red, just like her body temperature still remains in the palm of his hand, the compassionate touch, and the tears falling, even if it only lasts a lifetime. He hated the fiery red color of Huangquan. Huangquan should not have a strong color, but he couldn't bear to annihilate the flowers. Every time he touched it, he felt pain like his heart bleeding. It was yearning, pity, hatred, and regret. No, how could I have such feelings.